As a teen my family spent hours in family therapy. I was the focus, as I was the "problem". I was the 1st of my siblings to fall apart, calling attention to our family. As I deteriorated, we were all forced into increasingly awkward hourly sessions, during which my parents recounted my transgressions and called … Continue reading Stories Become History
I have always enjoyed being alone. From as far back as I can remember I was just as content playing alone as I was playing with my friends. As a matter of fact, I cherished my time alone. I have many solitary activities that I enjoy, so being alone is never a problem for me. … Continue reading Alone or Lonely?